I’m sitting in a small, one bedroom apartment on the West Side of Manhattan. Snow is blowing by the window, giving the room an even cozier vibe. I’m under blankets, in my jeans, truly just hanging out. I just finished drying my hair after venturing through the weather in the name of nourishment. I found a small Irish pub owned by an elderly Irish couple. I was the first and only customer, as I’m sure this weather has bound many people to their living rooms. I made a little small talk with the owners, sipped a pint of draught, and dined on her homemade chicken and vegetable soup, all in the glow of a dark room, lit only by the black and white movie coming from the TV behind the bar. It was a truly cozy hour spent in the company of a lovely couple and Jimmy Stewart. A real…